(Really am. 🥺🤍) On My Grief Part 2… I don’t want this to be real. I want one more hug. One more talk. One more of my favorite meals she made. I want more than one of everything but one more would be better than this—Nothing, no more. I know they say love doesn’t die and I’m trying to see the signs, but this is really painful. I know they say I’ll see my mom again, but I want to see my mom now. I wish I had the chance to say goodbye when you were still awake and tell you I love you. I wish you could’ve kept fighting. I wish this wasn’t real. Being a mom myself while wanting my mom is really difficult. I was holding my son today and started tearing up thinking she held me like this at his age. Nothing prepared me for grief. What I’ve gotten through made me stronger and gave me the confidence that I can get through difficult times, but nothing has ever left like this. I find myself having to catch my breath and slow down frequently. I find myself feeling detached from the present moment and needing to remind myself that this is real. She is gone and I am here. I know she is near and it’s going to take time for me learn how to communicate with her. I am open. I am trusting. I believe. Proud of you for getting through what you shouldn’t be having to go through. #words #foryou #relatable #griefjourney #grief #message #grieftok #sendthistothatperson